So for the 10 or so months I've been living in Wyoming, I've met virtually no one of interest or integrity because Rock Springs is a town riddled with drug addicts. Except for Walker's older sister Kelly and her husband Reef. We went over to their place for some burger grilling action today. Reef's cooking is A++ delicious. But when it comes time for desert...
Reef: What kind of ice cream do you want? French Silk? Vanilla? Mint? Chocolate?
Alex: Vanilla's fine.
Reef: Toppings? We've got fudge and marshmallows or syrup.
Alex: Nah, just plain is fine.
Kelly: WHAT!? That's boring! How about you, Walker?
Walker: Vanilla is fine for me too.
Alex: Yeah, he doesn't need fudge on his since he's got me and all.
Reef: I'd say you're not really dark fudge like this topping here. More of a milk chocolate.
And everyone got a laugh out of it. Though Kelly and Reef started moving about suspiciously in the kitchen, obscuring my bowl of ice cream. And when it was presented to me, it was two scoops of ice cream in the shape of tits with marshmallow nipples. It was all sorts of classy.
I'm going to miss them when I move back to Wisconsin.